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10 Sep

This is a common technique for getting the creative juices flowing and this week I embark on writing new material (not simply editing old chapters as I have been doing), so I feel the need to amp up my game. basically you juxtipose seemingly unrelated subjects and try to write a story from them. Here’s my list (one from my bag, one from outside the bus and one that hit me at random). Random first: a blue whale, now my bag: a shopping list and outside the bus: a church.

Morris looked around him, stretching as far as the horizon in all directions lay desolate miles of frigid water. Funnily enough staying afloat wasn’t causing him too much bother but he knew he had to get out of the water soon or the cold would kill him.

The cold must have been getting to him because his memory just wouldn’t seem to provide any inkling of how he’d got here. He remembered taking a walk past the harbour of the fishing village where he lived. He had just taken his crumpled little grocery list out of his shirt pocket when a storm started to kick up and the next thing he knew he was bobbing around in the sea. Cold fingers of sea water were clawing through his mind and wiping his senses away. His teeth felt like they were going to burst and he could barely see straight. If he didn’t try swimming to shore soon he would lose any sense he had left.

He had always been a good swimmer so his movement through the water came naturally to him. To his bemused relief after just a few minutes of mindless movement he began to notice something solid on the horizon, ‘well that was easy’.

The land in the distance was both cruelly easy to see and alarmingly hard to get to. What took minutes to appear in his field of vision took Morris almost an hour to reach. When he finally got close enough to the shore to make out buildings he locked on to a hardy little granite church perched just behind a rocky patch of beach. Hauling his body through the icy water, Morris noticed that he’d lost all feeling in his fingers or toes, he needed to get out soon.

Morris dredged the last of his energy lumbering up onto the rocky shore. Thankful to be back on solid ground he hugged the gritty sand and lumpy stones beneath him and rejoiced as he heard someone running towards him. He tried to yell but his brain was numb and all that escaped his lips was a long drawn out moan.

“My God this one’s massive, I’ll have to call in a lot of help on this! They’re never going to believe me.”

Morris didn’t understand what this guy was talking about he leaned over to get a better view and saw a tiny man, like a pixie, take a miniscule mobile phone out of his pocket and make a call.

“Yeh Alec, it’s Robert, you’re never going to believe what’s washed up this time. I’m no expert but it sure looks like a blue whale.”

Panicking Morris craned himself round to confirm the reality that was already beginning to set in. As the last vestiges of his old memories ebbed away the whale led out a deep and penetrating groan.

Some Excercise

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